Print

Featuring Problem & Miller Where you from home boy? West side of Compton With a nigga come through with too much blue Niggas is knockin on mamas Grab me a breakfast, roll out my knockers Share a tocca with my 15 year old partners No wifies but my youngins is all pockin And no matter how much I preach to em, they ain't stopping Love it like I should, even though I don't bang no But if I did yall would already know what I played woa Where you from home boy? NY City, 6th in town exact Now what it is with that? When an eagle's out there, ho saved your linics til 6 Mine's got some shit, we have to move to them bricks Not the project, you hear? Left of McCane, right on the 100 and 3rd Town out pickin, that's where I met all my foolies Right where my goonies all shit Before I bust me a bitch I rep the 106 SongtexteWhere you from home boy? I'm from the west side of Riders, is anybody killa? You can be like Mike but you sure can't be like Miller We don't care about no red, we don't care about no blue And we don't care bout who your cousin if he's on it's fuck you Yea we wearin golden blue Michigan, Wolverines A hundred guns in that hood, it ain't none, nothing clean Nigga didn't won the war, well that's what it's gonna see And I love the OG's but ain't no disciplining me Bitches acting like they with it, it's police so they be brave And I ain't finna touch a bitch, my lil sister catch the faye Head in between the bitch lap but ain't got braze I'm just on my gutta shit, living with my gutta bitch Looking with my hustla bitch, she can east side hustle quip She squabbled with my mafia bitch, but it's fam so we don't trip And hold up, hold up cub Let's go ahead and get onto this bread shit ah? Whutchu sellin home boy? Pepe Z and some nice pills Little night drill, the middle man a few white deals Hustlin flow on the go, livin that life still But never full time, just had to pay a few light bills Copped a few whips cuz a nigga got my skills Pimp the bitch for some chips and after workin my swag will Trees getting that E while I wait for the right deal But hit me if you lookin for fly still, you understand? Whutchu sellin home boy? Dub satch, my nigga Cass Started off on 106, I even sold a lil hash Made a couple on the flip, me and my bro was pushin zips Made it to peaves but never really fuck with D He had me on my paper weights, packin straight Syllables to 22 and 28, in Vegas had over 58 Hundred packs of 300, should I have push the B's? Til I started sellin these wraps to the big homie from the beach Whutchu sellin home boy? Kush bags on dick Sold a little pussy, shootin it out on fig So the white girl, both ways getting it in And I can only thank God, ain't never seen a pimp Boys hit the spot, call me time, don't bend Make bail, don't fail, we back open again Dubs for the 15, dons for the 7 Started with a G and already stacked me 11 God it ain't home boy Who you shot home boy? Man, hold up hold up hold up Man you going too far now nigga I'm not saying that Aus Songtexte Mania